Just a teaser really. Here is ‘my’ beach hut. And its views. 

It’s staggering. I’ve already written a poem in it/on its steps. Even with the windows being broken. I went for a walk. I found the loos. I found the cafe that doesn’t know it’s a retro 50s diner. I listened to the sea gulls. Seriously, I did.

And here’s the thing: I get to go back tomorrow!

I’ll come back to dodgy sets and other bits of news tomorrow. Not great news, truth be told, so we’ll call those waves to be jumped later… For now it’s all about those glorious moments of surfacing.

Little Blue Hut from the back


View from the steps!


Very own clean slate writing space


Yes this is the actual view